BRIEF  HISTORY  OF  THE  LIFE  OF 


FRED  GILYATT 


LATE  CORPORAL  IN  THE  BRITISH  ARMY. 

His  Sufferings  from  the  Hands  of  Roman  Catholic 

Priests.— His  Letter  of  Warning  to  the  Late 

President  James  A.  Garfield. 


I^IBIOE    15    CJEIsTTS. 


CHICAGO,    ILL. 


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BRIEF  HISTORY  OF  THE  LIFE  OF 


FRED  GILYATT 


LATE  CORPORAL  IN  THE  BRITISH  ARMY. 

His  Sufferings  from  the  Hands  of  Roman  Catholic 

Priests.— His  Letter  of  Warning  to  the  Late 

President  James  A.  Garfield. 


IPI^ICE    15    CJB2>TTS, 


CHICAGO,    ILL. 


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PREFATORY. 


Fred   Gilyatt  was  born  in  the  township  of  Red- 
bourn,  near  the  town  of  Brigg  in  the  fe»s  of  Lincolnshire, 
England,  May  27th.,  1845,  about  8  A.  M.,  on  what  was  then    . 
known  as  the  Hase   Farm.     My   father   and   mother   were 
godly  people.     My   father  was  from   Huguenot  extraction.  - 
His  father  was  born  in  Great   Grimsby,    Lincolnshire,    and 
my  great  grand  father  was  brewer  or  maltster  t©  the  Earl  of 
Yarborough,     On  my  mother's  side,  I  am  supposed  to  be 
of  English  and  Irish  extraction.     Her  name  was  Hird,    Her 
grand  father  was  born   in  the  town   of  Rasen,  Lincolnshire, 
and  was  a  soldier  in  the  5th  Cumberland  regiment  and  served 
through  the  revolution  and  war.     My  mother's  grand  mother  , 
was  an  Irish  lady.  I  am  not  as  yet  positive  about  her  maiden  ' 
name,  but  some  think  either  Mansfield  or  Mahoney,  and  say 
that  she  was  a  descendant  of  one  of  the  Irish  royal  families. 
But  this  has  to  be  proved  so  far.  Both  my  great  grand  father 
and  grand  mother  are  supposed  to  be  lying  in  a  vault  under 
the  old  Roman  Catholic  Chapel  in  Hull,  Yorkshire,  England, 
in  vault  No.  5.  So  the  priest  told  me  when  I  was  in  England 
in  1886,  but  I'll  leave  this  and  go  along  with  my  narrative.  "^ 


...     FRED,  GILYATT. 
Chicago,  Illinois,  1893.  , 


HISTORY  OF  MY  LIFE. 


Friends  and  Fellow  Citizens: For  several  years,  I 

have  considered  it  my  duty  to  write  a  book  or  a  pamphlet 
and  give  it  to  the  people  and  humanity  at  large.  I  have  at- 
tempted on  two  or  three  occasions  to  write  ray  life,  but  hav- 
ing very  little  education  and  having  never  written  a  full  book 
at  school  in  my  life,  I  was  afraid  to  attempt  it.  My  family 
was  poor  or  what  is  termed  the  "middle  class"  in  England. 
From  my  earliest  recollections  I  was  naturally  of  a  restless 
disposition  but  greatly  attached  to  my  mother,  I  had  several 
narrow  escapes  of  life  while  quite  youni?  and  one  of  the  marks 
I  carry  on  my  face,  while  I  do  not.  remember  how  I  got  it. 
My  mother  called  it  "her  mark,"  as  I  was  marked  for  life. 
At  another  time,  while  oncof  my  brothers  and  I  were  looking 
out  of  an  aloft  window  at  the  men  commi;  home  from  plough- 
ing, when  my  brother  said  to  me:  "Come  in  or  I'll  push  you 
out."  I  was  a  little  overbalanced  at  the  time,  and  trying  to 
recover  myself,  I  fell  head  foremost  on  a  stone  pavement,  and 
was  picked  up  by  one  of  the  men  and  carried  to  the  house 
with  a  cut  on  my  head,  but,  by  kind  nursing,  I  was  soon  a- 
round  again.  My  next  little  risk  was  when  one  night  that 
my  mother  was  milking  a  cow  that  had  long  and  wide  horns. 
We  used  to  call  her  "The  Irish  Cow."  I  caught  the  old  cow 
by  the  tail,  and  while  swinging  to  and  fro,  she  did  not  like 
my  methods,  when  she  suddenly  turned  around  as  if  to  say: 
"I  will  stop  your  fun,"  and  gave  me  one  great  hoisting  into 
the  air;  but  the  laws  of  gravitation  brought  me  down  again. 
She,  catching  me,  gave  me  a  second  dose,  but  the  next  time 
I  came  down,  I  was  out  of  her  reach,  but  fell  on  the  top  of  a 
gate  and  rolled  off  into  the  yard  and  was    picked   up   again 


unconscious.  Shortly  after  this,  we  moved  to  the  Paradise 
Farm,  and  from  there  I  went  to  the  Redbourn  school.  This 
was  the  Duke  of  St,  Alban's  Estate  and  I  went  once  with  my 
mother  to  Kirfon  Fair  and  lost  her,  which  caused  her  much 
grief.  The  town's  beadle  was  called,  and  with  bell  in  hand, 
went  through  all  the  public  streets,  crying,  *'boy  lost  or  stol- 
en!** But  I  found  my  way  home  before  my  mother  arrived, 
to  the  great  relief  of  her  wounded  heart. 

We  had  some  jolly  times  at  the  school,  when  the  Duke 
and  Duchess  of  St.  Alban  would  come  and  mingle  with  the 
scholars  in  their  sports  and  give  prizes  to  the  children.  We 
lived  in  a  corner  of  a  wood  and  we  were  greatly  troubled  with 
poachers.  While  there,  I  used  to  be  greatly  frightened  after 
dark,  but  we  moved  and  went  to  the  White  How  Farm  near 
Kirton  and  Lindsey,  and  I  was  taken  down  with  typhoid 
fever  and  for  some  time  lost  the  use  of  my  right  side,  as  il  it 
were  paralysed.  But  after  a  period  of  time  the  use  of  my 
limbs  was  restored  to  me  and  then  I  became  as  daring  as  I 
used  to  be  afraid  before.  I  saw  no  danger.  I  remember 
once  climbing  the  roof  of  the  house  after  young  sparrows  for 
the  cat,  and  descended  down  to  the  conductor  whisteling 
when  my  father  was  walking  in  the  garden  heard  me  but  dar- 
ed not  speak  for  fear  he  might  startle  me  and  that  I  might 
fall,  there  being  only  three  small  brackets  holding  me  up. 
But  when  he  got  me  down  he  showed  me  the  danger  I  was 
exposed  to.  We  stopped  on  that  farm  four  years.  Then  we 
moved  to  Colby  Low  Farm,  six  miles  north  of  Lincoln.  By 
this  time  I  was  getting  to  be  a  big  boy  and  was  to  every  kind 
of  mischief,  not  for  diabolical  reasons  though,  but  simply  fo 
what  I  thought  "fun,"  such  as  taking  gates  of  the  hooks  and 
letting  out  cattle,  so  that  boys  would  have  a  good  hunt.  Then 
I  got  very  fond  of  dogs  .md  guns.  Being  an  expert  shooter, 
on  one  or  two  occasions,  I  broke  the  laws  by  shooting  on 
Sunday,  this  being  unknown  to  my  father.  Also,  being  am- 
bitiousv  I  left  home  and  hired  out  to  work  for  a  man  who 


made  a  great  profession  as  a  Methodist,  One  day  he  sent 
mc  to  a  field  to  dig  a  ditch,  and  I  got  into  the  wrong  place* 
The  "good"  man  found  me  out  and  swore  at  me  like  a  troop- 
er. This  did  me  a  great  deal  of  injury  in  my  soul;  however, 
I  stopped  one  year  with  that  swearing  Christian  (?).  The 
next  year  I  went  to  live  at  Summerton  Castle  next  to  my 
home,  but  I  did  not  get  along  very  v/ell,  So,  I  left  after  a 
few  months.  I  attempted  to  run  away  and  join  the  army, 
but  my  plans  were  intercepted  by  my  father  before  I  reached 
the  city  of  Lincoln,  I  came  back  with  him  and  then  went 
to  take  charge  of  a  farm  for  a  Metiiodist  Preacher,  but  alas, 
I  found  out  again  that  his  temper  was  not  sanctified  either 
and  that  he  was  just  as  bad  as  the  other  one,  I  again  thought 
1  would  leave  home  and  go  to  sea  ♦.his  time ;  but,  as  I  was  on 
my  way  to  the  nearest  city,  I  met  a  friend  of  my  father.  He 
asked  me  where  I  was  going  to.  I  frankly  told  him  "to  sea.* 
He  persuaded  me  to  return  home  with  him  and  stop  a  few 
days.  In  the  mean  time  he  went  over  to  my  father  and  told 
him  what  had  been  going  on  My  father  then  came  over  and 
invited  me  to  come  home.  After  a  few  weeks  I  hired  out  to 
go  on  a  farm  20  miles  from  home  to  work  with-  a  Squire. 
This  time  I  tried  to  reform,  if  there  was  such  a  thing,  as 
there  was  a  church  on  the  farm  and  the  episcopal  clergyman 
came  every  second  Sunday  to  hold  service. 

During  my  stay  at  Coats  by  Stowe,  a  confirmation  was  to 
to  take  place,  and  the  young  Squire  warned  to  see  all  his 
employees  confirmed.  So,  I  went  with  others  and  had  some- 
thing said  to  mein  Latin  with  which  none  of  us  was  conver- 
sant at  all,  and  the  bishop  put  his  hand  on  my  head  as  to 
confer  scmelhing  upon  me,  but  it  appeared  to  be  a  failure, 
for,  its  lesults  I  never  felt  from  that  day.  It  seemed  to  me 
to  be  a  form  of  godliness  without  power,  for;  I  found  no  change 
in  my  heart.  I  tried  to  be  better  for  a  short  time.  My  be- 
setting sin — profanity — seemed  to  lose  its  power  but  it  soon 
leturned  again,  and  while  I  was  there  I  was  taken  sick. 


I  had  a  good  nurse  and  when  leaving,  I  found  it  hard  to 
part  with  her,  for,  I  though*:  as  much  of  her  as  if  she  had 
been  my  own  sister. 

On  my  way  home,  I  fell  in  with  bad  company  and  I  spent 
some  money,  which  I  had  no  right  to  do,  and  1  felt  ashamed 
to  go  home;  and  so,  I  made  up  my  mind  to  enlist  in  the  re- 
gular army,  which  I  did  and  which  caused  my  father  and 
mother  a  great  deal  of  grief.  And  then,  not  being  more  than 
15  years  old,  yet,  I  was  a  man  in  size,  standing  five  feet  and 
four  inches  high  and  weighing  one  hundred  and  fourty  pounds. 
My  father  came  with  the  intention  of  taking  me  home,  but  I 
gave  him  the  slip  and  went  into  the  country,  and  on  my  re- 
turn to  the  city  was  met  by  my  mother  and  one  of  my  school- 
mates to  bid  me  good  bye  as  I  was  ordered  to  join  my  regi- 
ment at  Aldershot  Camp,  32  miles  from  London,  We  went 
by  the  way  of  the  old  city  of  York  and  we  took  in  all  the 
sights  we  could  see  there,  and  then  we  were  ordered  from 
there  to  the  greatest  city  of  the  world — London — via  the  city 
of  Hull.  When  I  arrived  in  London  I  was  quartered  on 
Charles  Street  for  some  days  and  it  was  anything  but  pleasant. 
There  being  a  great  number  of  the  East  Indies  companies 
men  enlistening  into  the  British  army  and  their  morals  and 
language  were  disgusting  in  the  extreme  to  a  young  country 
boy, 

I  then  got  orders  to  proceed  to  Camp  and  I  was  glad  when 
the  message  came.  How  strange  a  camp  looks  to  a  young 
country  boy  who  has  never  seen  a  full  regiment  of  soldiers 
before,  and  here  were  30.000  of  them.  I  was  brought  be- 
fore my  Colonel  for  attestation  and  told  off  to  my  Company. 
He  gave  me  some  sound  advice  which  I  shall  neve*  forget. 
My  father  could  not  do  better  in  that  line.  As  ihe  typhoid 
fever  was  raging  in  the  Camp,  I  was  soon  taken  down  with 
it.  I  reported  myself  sick  but  was  sent  back  to  drill  by  the 
doctor  who  said  I  was  scheming.    The  orderly  officer  cam^ 


around  the  next  morning  and  found  me  in  bed  and  ordered 
at  once  that  I  should  be  carried  to  the  hospital  on  a  stretch- 
er, The  doctor  still  said  1  was  not  sick  and  after  lying  three 
days  in  bed,  I  got  up  oneday  and  tried  to^jo  out  oftlieroom. 
I  fell  unconscious  on  the  floor  and  did  not  remember  any- 
thing only  as  I  was  told .  When  I  came  to  myself,  there 
were  three  doctors  sitting  around  my  cot.  They  then  knew 
that  I  was  really  sick,  and  after  I  got  better  I  went  back  to 
drill.  One  day.  Her  Majesty,  Queen  Victoria,  came  to  re- 
view the  trooj'S.  I  thougkt  I  would  like  to  see  her,  I  had 
heard  so  much  about  h*^r.  So,  I  asked  permission  from  the 
Drill  Sergeant  to  let  me  go  and  see  her,  which  he  granted. 
I  found  her  on  Coesar's  Heights  and  had  a  good  look  at  her, 
and  I  was  somewhat  disappointed.  I  expected  to  see  a  great 
beauty,  but  I  found  her  a  very  common  looking  woman,  I 
thought  that  my  mother  was  a  far  better  looking  woman  and 
she  was  too. 

In  a  few  months  we  got  orders  to  go  to  Shorncliff  Camp  in 
Kent  where  I  did  my  first  sentry  on  the  old  Sandbag  Bat- 
tery. But  here  the  sand  drifts  were  plenty  and  I  got  cold  in 
my  eyes  and  from  the  drifting  sands  I  became  blind  for  a 
time,  and  I  had  nitred  silver,  also  nitred  acid  poured  into 
my  eyes.  So  great  was  the  pain  that  the  doctors  gave  me 
opiates  to  make  me  sleep  and  a  sentinel  placed  oyer  me 
to  wake  me  up  every  half  hour  for  twenty  one  days  and 
nights  lest  I  should  sleep  to  death.  But  the  crisis  came  at 
last  and  I  was  summoned  before  a  Board  of  doctors.  The 
General  Doctor  said  to  our  regimental  head-doctor:  "Doctor 
Cluterbuck,  have  you  tried  everything  you  can  think  of?" 
I  heard  them  turning  over  the  leaves  of  their  books.  This 
gentleman  said:  "There  is  one  thing  more  that  I  will  try,  and 
if  that  does  him  ro  good,  I  will  then  give  him  up.  He  sent 
for  a  bottle  of  white  drops  and  poured  some  of  it  into  my  eyes, 
which  gave  me  great  relief,  and  after  working  on  me  about 


two  hours  1  began  to  see  with  one  eye,  and  two  days  later, 
I  saw  with  the  other  one.  I  consider  that  I  am  able  to  see 
to-day  because  of  the  skill  of  that  doctor  and  the  power  of 
God  behind.  When  I  got  better  I  went  back  to  my  duty, 
but  the  regiment  was  ordered  to  the  depot  at  Limerick,  Ire- 
land. While  there,  I  was  attacked  with  acute  rheumatism 
and  was  several  weeks  in  bed  and  was  put  on  the  roll  for  my 
discharge  as  an  invalid.  But  I  got  a  sick  furlough  to  go 
home  to  see  my  parents  and  I  remained  home  ten  weeks. 
When  again  the  regiment  was  put  under  orders  for  the  New 
Zeeland's  war,  and  they  wanted  a  draft  from  the  depot  to 
put  the  regiment  to  full  strength  and  I  got  a  warrant  to  re- 
port to  head  quarters  in  so  many  hours,  as  the  doctors  thought 
by  my  discharge  that  I  was  of  no  further  use  for  the  service. 
But  when  they  saw  me,  the  country  air  and  plenty  of  fresh 
milk  having  worked  wonders  in  me,  they  changed  their  mind 
and  I  was  at  once  passed  for  foreign  service.  One  hundred 
of  us  marched  from  Limerick  to  the  Curragh  Kildare  Camp 
where  my  regiment  was  then  stationed.  But  after  we  got 
there,  the  order  was  cancelled  and  we  remained  in  the  Camp 
till  late  in  the  winter.  Her  Majesty,  Queen  Victoria,  visited 
the  Camp  while  we  were  there,  and  the  Prince  of  Wales  com- 
manded the  3d  Batallion  Grenadier  Guards.  We  had  very 
near  a  mutiny  one  day  through  the  indiscretion  of  General 
George  Brown.  It  has  been  raining  all  day  and  we  had 
been  out  on  the  field  from  7  A.  M.  to  5  P.  M.,  when  a  skir- 
mishing line  was  ordered  to  lie  down  on  the  sand  bank, 
Whether  a  small  stone  dropped  down  into  the  barrel  of  a 
rifle  or  whether  a  man  put  a  ball  into  it,  we  don't  know,  but 
the  General  said  he  heard  something  whizzeling  pass  his 
head  and  it  had  been  reported  that  he  said  he  would  have  a 
field-day  in  spite  of  God  Almighty.  But  we  saw  him  riding 
off  the  field  as  if  His  Satanic  Majesty  was  after  him.  Ma- 
jor Colthurst  commanded  my  regiment  that  day,  our  Colonel 
being  the  camp-field  Officer,  and  we  were  ordered  to  quarters, 


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Some  of  the  men  began  to  shout  and  some  of  the  regiments 
broke  their  ranks  entirely.  The  Prince  of  Wales  command- 
ed his  regiment  on  our  left;  he  cheered  his  men  on  and  kept 
them  from  breaking  ranks.  When  I  £;ot  into  quarters  I  had 
three  charges  in  my  rifle  and  they  were  so  wet  that  they 
would  not  go  off. 

One  night  1  was  on  guard  and  was  expecting  to  go  on 
furlough  next  morning,  when  suddenly  rings  out  the  alarm 
of  midnight  air  by  the  bugler  from  the  general  head  quart- 
ers, When  our  bugler  takes  it  up,  what  does  it  mean?  The 
camp  is  at  once  in  motion.  General  Ere  then  commandant 
of  the  camp  was  our  full  Colonel  and  he  was  soon  on  the 
ground,  The  Royal  Bangal  Tigers  was  to  be  put  to  the 
front.  The  British  flag. had  been  insulted  on  the  high  seas 
by  an  American  gun-boat,  in  stopj>ingthe  Royal  Mail  Steam- 
er Trent,  contrary  to  the  laws  of  nations.  We  had  our  bag- 
gage packed  up  and  by  daylight  we  were  ready  to  march  for 
British  America  by  Cork.  It  was  rather  gloomy  to  march 
out  of  camp,  our  colors  being  half  unfurled  and  draped  in 
mourning,  as  the  Prince  Consort  was  lying  dead  in  state. 
But  we  got  to  Cork.  No  boat  had  arrived  yet.  So,  I  spent 
my  Chrismas  Day  in  1861,  doing  sentry  guard  on  the  main 
guard  in  Cork  instead  of  taking  the  plumpudding  with  my 
parents. 

We  sailed  December  27th  for  Halifax,  Nova  Scotia,  and 
during  a  severe  storm  on  New  Year's  Day,  we  lost  oiht  life- 
boats, but  we  landed  at  Halifaxon  the  9th  of  January  1862. 
Our  Colonel  gave  us  some  good  counsels  on  the  temperance 
question.  Here,  I  got  to  learn  "card-playing,"  and  then  I 
was  promoted  for  good  conduct  but  was  soon  reduced  again 
for  allowing  two  men  to  play  at  cards  in  the  barrack's  soom, 
which  fact  I  never  witnessed,  I  then  was  some  time  at  my 
duty  and  went  orderly  to  the  Colonel  for  a  time,  and  then 
on  the  military  force  fc  t  ^ime,  and  then  groom  to  Captain 


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W.  D.  Thompson.  Here,  while  with  him,  I  was  driving  him 
and  Dr.  Tewson  around  paying  New  Year's  visits  on  a  bleety 
day.  I  took  a  severe  cold  which  terminated  into  a  severe 
attack  of  inflamation  and  the  doctor  told  me  that  had  I  re- 
mained away  another  hour  no  doctors  could  have  saved  me. 
Again  I  was  promoted  by  the  Colonel  himself  without  any 
Captain's  recommendations  as  I  had  been  in  the  Colonel's 
employ  and  wore  a  good  conduct's  badge  on  my  right  arm 
and  the  crossed-guns  on  the  left,  But  I  was  too  liberal  a 
man  for  an  uncommissioned  officer  and  too  just  also,  for,  I 
would  not  allow  a  man  to  be  imposed  upon  if  I  knew  about 
it  Once,  I  had  to  defend  a  private  who  was  put  in  the 
guard-house  for  being  drunk  while  he  was  perfectly  sober, 
when  the  corporal  who  made  a  prisoner  of  the  man  was 
drunk  himself, 

MY  MARRIAGE. 

o 

I  got  married  while  I  was  a  Corporal  to  a  beautiful  young 
woman  at  Halifax,  Nova  Stotia.  Her  father  was  an  English 
man  and  her  mother  a  Nova  Scotia  Scotch  woman,  h.d  the 
father  had  died  before  I  saw  her,  I  then  tried  to  get  my 
discharge  by  purchase,  my  father  sending  me  the  money. 
But  they  did  not  want  to  let  me  go  as  I  was  one  of  the  best 
shooters  of  the  regiment.  I  told  my  Captain  I  would  write 
to  the  Horse  Guards,  when  he  told  me  I  dare  not  without  the 
consent  of  my  Colonel  and  I  give  him  a  little  information 
that  I  would  have  some  one  else  to  do  it  for  me,  They  then 
laid  a  "trap  for  me.  The  Sergeant  Major  being  a  friend  of 
mine,  sent  me  on  detachment  out  of  ihe  way,  but  in  break- 
ing up  the  camp,  a  five  feet  nothing-officer  named  Parkinson 
gave  me  a  wrong  order  which  so  enraged  me  that  I  tore  the 
stripes  from  my  arm  and  threw  them  on  the  ground.  I  was 
court-martialledand  sentenced  to  ii?  days  in  prison  for  in- 
subordination and  disrespect  to  my  rank,  but  half  of  the 


imprisonment  was  remitted  lor  my  previous  good  conduct. 
While  in  prison  on  the  old  Melville  Island,  fresh  water  well 
gave  out  and  they  dug  a  hole  near  the  beach  and  fed  us  with 
brackish  water  which  gave  me  salt  rheum  into  my  head, 
But  the  work  was  done  and  I  made  up  my  mind  to  leave  the 
army  at  all  cost  when  oppoitunity  would  present  itself.  I 
got  away  after  six  months  :i-id  worked  with  Mr.  C-irry,  the 
army's  butcher,  for  a  short  time,  and  then  went  to  Thomas 
Casey's  livery  stable  and  from  there  I  went  to  Colonel  St. 
Clair,  the  Adjutant  General  of  the  Nova  Scotia  Militia. 
While  with  him,  I  was  drafted  into  the  6th  Batallion  Nova 
Scotia  Infantry,  under  Captain  McNutt. 

I  came  to  Ottawa,  Ontario,  May  T867  and  joined  No,  2 
Garrison  Battery  ot  Artillery  as  Trumf>eter.  Jjsf^i^ >*-«-->"  i^\  7^- 

MY  CONVERSION. 


I  was  converted  about  this  time,  1  was  sexton  of  the  Ot- 
tawa Congregational  church  and  also  janitor  for  the  Sons  of 
Temperance  and  Good  Templars.  I  had  worked  for  Robert 
Mc.  Greevey  a  short  time  and  was  also  a  private  coachman 
to  H.  O.  Burrit  for  a  short  time,  then  I  went  to  drive  team 
for  Thomas  Gallagher,  contractor  and  builder  who  was  one 
of  the  trustees  of  the  Congre2;ational  church. 

I  had  been  inside  of  a  church  only  once  in  three  years; 
that  was  the  Edimburgh  Episcopal  church.  One  reason  I 
went  in  is  that  I  wanted  to  see  the  interior  and  the  other 
was  that  I  wanted  to  hear  Mrs.  Burrit  and  Mrs,  Burk  sing, 
I  had  come  to  the  conclusion  that  religion  was  a  myth  and 
that  Ministers  were  frauds,  At  about  the  time  I  left  the 
Burrits,  I  was  going  up  to  the  city  one  day  on  Cumberland 
Street  and  met  two  men  who  were  giving  up  tracts  as  they 
passed  along,  and  I  saw  one  of  those  men  with  such  a  peace- 
ful look  and  his  face  really  shining,  I   said  to  myself.  "This 


lO 


must  be  surely  a  minister,  and  as  I  passed  along  by  him,  he 
handed  me  a  tract,  but  he  did  not  say  a  word  to  me  and  I 
am  glad  of  it,  for,  I  might  have  asked  him:  "Who  was  Cain's 
wife?" 

The  tract  was  taken  from  the  7th  chapter  of  Matthew's 
Gospel,  13  to  14  verse  inclusively.  It  led  me  to  thinking 
and  a  night  or  two  before  I  had  taken  the  key  of  the  Con- 
gregational church  and  as  I  was  like  a  man  in  a  house  in 
fire,  I  saw  no  way  of  escape;  I  even  thought  the  earth  might 
slip  from  under  my  feet  and  leave  me  forever  with  the  damn- 
ed. But  as  I  passed  the  church  one  day,  it  was  very  cloudy 
and  inclined  to  rain;  when  I  got  in  front  of  the  church  I  saw 
that  all  the  young  shade  trees  that  had  been  planted  had  all 
budded  but  save  one,  and  that  it  appeared  to  be  dead.  I 
said  to  myself:  "A  poor  tree  for  an  ornament  just  before  a 
church  door.  I  must  have  that  removed  and  another  put 
into  its  place."  To  make  sure  whether  it  was  dead  or  not,  I 
went  over  to  it  and  saw  that  it  was  near  (>irdled  by  a  horse 
that  had  been  tied  to  it,  but  after  splitting  its  bark  with  my 
thumb's  nail  I  found  it  to  be  green.  "I  said :  "Where  did 
that  tree  get  its  lite  if  there  is  no  God  ?"  And  as  I  stood 
looking  at  it;  thoughts  came  to  my  mind  thick  and  fast.  I 
said:  "There  is  something  in  nature  for  me  to  study  here. 
If  I  pull  up  this  tree  to  see  whence  it  got  its  life,  it  is  quite 
likely  I  will  break  some  of  its  roots,  and  if  I  dig  around  it,  it 
is  quite  likely  that  I  will  cut  some  of  them.  I  must  study 
this  tree  as  it  stands."  Portions  of  the  Scriptures  came  to 
me  that  I  had  learned  at  my  mother's  knees  These  words 
came  to  me:  "He  that  taketh  out  of  this  book,  from  him 
shall  be  taken  his  portion  from  the  book  of  life,  and  he  that 
addeth  to  this  book,  to  him  shall  be  added  the  plagues  that 
come  hereafter."  I  said:  "If  it  be  the  Spirit  of  God  speaking 
unto  me,  I  would  like  to  know  it,  and  as  I  passed  from  the 
front  of  the  church  to  a  space  between  it  and  Webster's  Hall, 


II  * 

the  clouds  parted  like  a  bird  that  spreads  her  wings  and  the 
sun  shone  out  in  all  her  beauty  for  a  moment,  throwing  a 
golden  hue  on  every  thing  around.  I  said:  "Glory  to  God, 
I  am  in  a  new  creation  and  I  have  not  doubted  God's  pres- 
ence and  power  ever  since. 

I  remained  sexton  for  two  years  and  mary  of  the  young 
people  of  that  day  are  still  members  of  that  church. 

STATIONED  AS  A  TRUMPETER   AT  CORNWALL. 

I  volunteered  for  the  mounted  police  for  the  North  West 
at  the  shooting  of  Scott  at  Fort  Garry  and  was  measured  for 
my  uniform  by  Captain  Cameron  of  the  British  Artillery,  now 
Major  General  at  Kingston,  Ontario.  But  I  was  not  called 
for  on  the  20th  of  May,  1870,  for  Manitoba  but  was  on  the 
24th  ji  the  same  month  and  year  stationed  on  the  frontier 
at  Cornwall,  as  Right  Division  Trumpeter  of  the  Ottawa 
Field  Battery,  Captain  Forsyth  in  command  and  Colonel 
Atcherley  commanding  the  Brigade  during  the  Fenian  raid. 
After  returning  home  I  found  that  my  wife  had  lost  her 
health,  that  my  only  daughter  living  at  that  time  was  sick 
with  whooping  cough  and  bronchitis.  Then  our  family  phy- 
sician— Dr.  Leggo — advised  me  to  take  them  down  to  salt 
water.  So,  I  took  my  wife  home  where  she  was  born,  At 
Darmouth,  Nova  Scotia,  Then  I  went  as  a  private  coach- 
man to  John  S.  Dale,  at  the  Fairbank  Cottage,  After  living 
one  year  with  them,  I  went  to  work  for  William  Prior  and 
Sons,  shipping  merchants.  Then  moving  to  the  city  of 
Boston,  Mass.,  I  worked  a  little  while  in  the  Mason  and 
Hamlin  Organ  Factory  on  Cambridge  Street.  But  my  wife 
took  sick  again  the  day  I  arrived  there  with  the  lung's  fever 
and  for  sometime  I  had  very  little  hope  for  her  recovery, 
She  was  placed  under  the  cares  of  Doctor  Putnam,  a  very 
noted  physician,  whose  father  had  been  the  discoverer  of 
ether. 


>3 

I  ther  went  out  to  Jamaica  Plains  for  a  month  as  private 
coachman  to  Folsomof  the  Firm  of  Hanley,  Folsom&  Martin, 
and  I  left  him  to  come  back  to  South  Boston.  There  1  work 
ed  for  a  short  time  for  T,  H.  Dunham  in  his  factory.  After- 
wards I  worked  for  More  and  Whyman  at  Tufts  Elevated 
Works,  37  Foundry  Street  for  two  years. 

During  all  this  time  I  taught  Bible  lessons  and  spoke  in 
the  open  air,  visiting  the  sick  and  the  destituted  people  ot 
all  grades,  colors  and  creeds.  I  was  a  helper  on  the  Con- 
gregft'onal  Home  Mission  Board  one  summer  with  Mr.  1- 
vory  Harlow,  visiting  seamen  on  the  vessels  landing  at  South 
Boston.  They  that  were  in  authority  in  the  Board  wanted 
to  bind  me  entirely  to  the  sailors'  Work  while  all  the  remu- 
neration I  was  to  get  from  them  was  $2,  per  month,  that  is, 
hardly  enough  to  pay  for  my  shoes.  I  said  I  would  go  wher- 
ever the  Spirit  of  God  would  lead  me. 


MY  EXPERIENCE  WITH  THE  ROMISH  CHURCH 

o ■ 

I  visited  that  poor  Roman  Catholic  mother  who  had  her 
10  years  old  daughter  murdered  by  that  notorious  Pomeroy 
boy,  and  I  bought  a  paper  from  him  the  night  after  he  had 
committed  the  deed  in  the  afternoon.  It  was  for  visiting 
this  poor  woman  in  her  distress,  praying  with  her  and  the 
like  of  it  among  other  Papists  that,  unconsciously,  I  drew  the 
malice  of  the  Romish  Corporation  or  church  upon  me —  / 
which  culminated  in  the  poisoning  of  my  baby-boy  from  their  . 
minions*  hands.  I  may  have  had  two  poisoned  by  them,  for 
all  that  I  know,  for,  I  had  another  one  that  died  under  a 
Romish  mid- wife.  To  that  time  I  knew  nothing  of  the  vicious 
doctrines  of  that  church  and  the  wickedness  of  its  support- 
ers. To  day,  with  all  the  facts  present  to  my  mind,I  will  ad- 
vise our  Protestant  mothers  never  to  employ  a  Roman  Cath- 
olic midwife.     Apparently,  they  may  be  good-natured  and 


all  this  and  that,  according  to  the  Jesuitical  style,  but  they 
must  obey  the  mandates  of  the  Pope  and  his  agents — the 
priests  of  Rome — under  the  ban  ot  penance  in  Purgatory  or 
Hell.       , 

This  child  of  mine  was  poisoned  by  that  Romish  nurse 
because  I  would  not  permit  her  to  bring  it  to  her  priest  for 
baptism  in  their  church.  At  first,  this  nurse  had  been  sent 
by  some  Jesuits  to  my  home.  I  met  her  on  the  street  when 
searching  for  us,  telling  me  she  had  lost  her  written  inform- 
ations as  to  the  location  of  my  house  I  told  her  to  come  in 
and  my  wife  hired  her  for  a  few  days  at  $2,  a  day.  But  I 
could  not  pay  any  longer  than  agreed  upon  as  $2.  was  all 
I  earned  a  day  at  that  time.  So,  I  told  her  as  1  was  away 
at  night,  that  she  might  go  out  during  the  day,  earn  what 
she  could,  and  as  she  had  no  other  place  to  stay,  that  she 
could  come  and  stop  with  my  wife  at  night  for  company;  I 
would  charge  her  nothing  and  also  give  her  supper  and 
breakfast  in  the  bargain.  However,  in  return  for  my  kind- 
ness she  poisoned  my  baby-boy.  It  only  tells  that  Roman- 
ism has  not  changed  yet. 

Now,  Friends  and  brothers,  for  whom  I  write  this  small 
book,   listen  to  a   voice   from  the   wilderness,  so  to  speak. 

This  good  Popish  tool  of  the  priestcraft  also  threatened  to 
kill  my  wite,  making  the  following  remark:  "I'll  kill  her,  even 
if  it  takes  me  five  years  to  do  it."  It  was  because  her  hus- 
band would  go  into  popish  houses  to  talk  salvation  and  for 
distributing  Gospel  Tracts  among  that  deluded  class  of 
people  that  same  husband  got  kicked  on  the  Street  and  was 
once  threatened  to  be  shot.  '  - 

Then,  in  order  to  save  the  rest  of  his  family  this  much 
persecuted  man  moved  to  Chatham,  Ontario,  July  i8th  1875, 
and  owing  tn  his  past  experience,  he  took  a  very  little  part 
in  public  meetings;  but  in  1879,. when  the  Reverend  E.  P. 
Hammond,  the  Evangelist,  came  to  Chatham,  the  writer — 


14 

Fred.  Gilyatl— considered  it  his  duty  to  take  'part  in  that 
great  revival.  Then  he  moved  to  Charring  Cross,  six  miles 
from  Chatham,  vshere  he  was  installed  as  the  Superintendent 
of  the  Primitive  Methodist  Sunday  School  by  the  Reverend 
Mr.  Dike.  While  teaching  at  that  school  on  thi  ad  ot  May 
1880,  fiends  in  human  form  went  to  my  house  and  outraged 
my  wife,  who,  fearing  violence  from  my  own  hands,  never 
said  a  word  to  me  about  it,  but  deserted  her  family,  five  in 
number,  whose  ages  ranged  from  10  years  to  16  months. 
She  went  to  Detroit,  Michigan.  Finding  out  all  the  truth 
about  this  case  from  the  lips  of  my  five  years  old  child  who 
had  witnessed  the  assault  of  the  villains  on  my  wife,  I  then 
came  to  Detroit,  and  after  a  while  found  her,  pardoned  her 
and  offered  her  to  come  home,  but  she  refused.  I  then  brought 
my  children  to  Detroit  and  offereo  her  once  more  to  come 
and  live  with  us.  She  came  and  went  back  two  weeks  af- 
terwards. I  took  her  back  five  times  in  nine  months,  and 
twice  during  that  time  she  lived  with  Popish  families  who 
did  their  best  to  entice  her  to  abandon  her  faith. 

On  Chrismas  Day,  1880, 1  followed  her  into  the  Bomish 
cathedral,  on  Jefferson  Avenue,  Burgess  being  then  the  bish- 
op of  that  Diocese.  While  in  that  pagan  church,  I  never  bow- 
ed to  their  images,  nor  made  the  sign  of  the  cross  on  myself, 
and  God  helping,  never  will.  For  not  bowing  before  these 
wooden  and  pancake  gods,  I  got  blacklisted,  spotted  at  once 
till  It  resulted  in  my  being  handcuffed  and  dragged  out  of  my 
house,  from  my  children,  without  a  charge  or  warrant,  on 
the  a2nd  of  March,  1881.  As  they  dragged  me  out,  a  man 
was  standing  outside  of  the  door,  asifhehadbeen  there  acci- 
dentally. The  name  of  this  man  was  E.  D  Sales.  Said  he: 
"Hello,  what's  going  on  here?"  The  officer  said:  "It  is 
a  good  thing  you  did  not  come  first,  for  you  would  have  been 
a  dead  man."  This  man  said:  '*Where  are  you  going  to  take 
him   to?"    The  otticer  replied:  "To  the  Central  Station," 


<  "S 

"Oh,"  said  this  man  Salles,  "I  have  got  a  carriage  here;  I'll 
drive  him  down  for  you."  The  officer  replied:  "This  is  not 
the  man  that  you  think  he  is.  You  could  do  nothing  with 
this  man."  The  prisoner  was  taken  down  to  the  old  Wood- 
bridge  Station  and  when  he  arrived  there,  Captain  Gerard- 
ine  was  on  duty,  He  said  to  the  officer.  "On  what  charge 
did  you  arrest  that  man  ?"  "I  don't  know,"  was  the  reply. 
"Haven't  you  a  warrant  for  him?"  He  replied:  "No,  I  have 
got  no  warrant."  The  prisoner  replied:  "Just  as  I  expected 
it;  without  a  charge  or  without  a  warrant!"  The  prisoner 
was  hurled  into  a  cell  in  the  midst  of  the  fumes  of  liquor 
and  tobacco  and  the  cursings  of  drunken  prostitutes;  he  was 
kept  there  till  next  day.  Then  he  was  brought  before  Judge 
Miner,  a  Jesuit  of  the  first  choice,  who,  having  been  instruct- 
ed in  the  Confessional-Box  what  to  do  with  the  heretic  Gi- 
lyatt,  sent  for  a  physician,  asking  him  to  examine  the  pri- 
soner whom  the  Judge  had  taken  for  a  crank.  The  physi- 
cian said :  "This  man  is  no  fool;  he  knows  fully  well  what 
he  is  talking  about  as  well  as  you  do."  Then  the  prisoner 
appealed,  as  being  a  Canadian  and  a  British  subject,  and 
demanded  his  rights  as  such ;  which  was  denied  to  him. 

Then  the  Papists  lesorted  to  another  trick.  Through 
threat  or  bribery,  these  Jesuitical  demons  got  the  prisoner's 
wife  to  sijjn  a  warrant  for  assault  and  battery. 

WOMAN,  A  FAMILIAR  TOOL  IN  THE  HANDS  OF 

ROMISH  PRIESTS. 

In  the  witness-box,  she  could  not  answer  the  crossed 
questions  I  put  to  her.  "Does  he  drink,"  asked  the  Judge 
to  the  woman  ?"  "Not  that  I  know.  Sir,"  answered  the  wom- 
an. "Does  he  not  take  a  glass  of  beer  i*"  "Not  to  my  know- 
led8;e,''  she  replied.  "How  many  children  have  you,"  said 
the  Judge.?    "Five."    "How  long  have  you  been  living  to- 


i^-"} 


16 

gether?"  Near  fifteen  years,  Sir,  haven't  we,  Fred.,"  said 
the  wife  to  me?  She  did  not  tell  him  she  had  six  children 
dead  and  one  of  them  poisoned  by  a  Papist  who  came  to  nurse 
her  when  sick  in  Boston.  "Docs  he  abuse  his  children?'' 
"No,  Sir;  he  is  a  very  good  father  to  his  children."  Then 
the  Judge  said :  "I  never  saw  a  father  yet,  who  was  good  to  his 
children  that  would  abuse  his  wife  at  the  same  time."  The 
prisoner  then  put  a  question  to  the  Judge  to  which  he  did 
not  answer.  Then  a  man  who  sat  on  the  side  bench  held  up 
his  finger,  and  the  Judge  got  off  from  his  bench  and  stepped 
into  a  private  room  with  two  men.  Another  man  sitting 
there,  said:  "Judge,  be  careful  what  you  are  about  to  do. 
This  is  the  man  about  whom  there  is  so  much  talkinti  in  the 
town  to-day."  "Do  you  think  so,"  was  the  reply?  The  man 
answered:  "This  is  the  man  who  was  in  our  holy  Church  on 
Chrismas  Day,  and  would  not  sign  himself  nor  bow  before 
our  holy  images." 

That  was  sealing  the  doom  of  the  prisoner.  The  Judge 
returned  to  his  bench  to  sentence  his  man  on  that  good 
Romish  evidence,  to  60  days  at  hard  labor  in  the  House  of 
Correction  in  Detroit,  Michigan.  The  wife  turned  around 
ann  said:  "I  did  not  want  you  to  send  him  to  prison.  What 
will  T  do  with  my  children.'*"  The  Judge  said:  "You  can 
see  to  that,  I  think  you  have  said  something  that  was  not 
true;  haven't  you?"  "Yes,  Sir;  there  is  not  a  word  ot  truth 
in  that  warrant  they  made  me  sign.  I  will  say  again  that  a 
better  father  to  his  children  could  not  be  found,  and  I  would 
have  liked  to  spend  the  rest  of  my  days  with  him,  but  I  see 
now  that  I  have  done  wrong  this  time  and  I  will  have  to  leave 
the  city  I  have  acted  a  part  which  was  not  mine  but  that 
of  the  church  of  Rome.  I  ought  to  be  punished  myself.*, 
Said  the  Judge:  "He  will  be  a  better  man  to  you  when  he 
comes  out. '  "Not  to  me,"  said  the  woman.  "He  may  be  to 
some  other  woman,  for,  I  never  saw  his  face  changed  like 


'7 

that  before."  1  looked  upon  her  in  pity  and  said:  **You 
have  done  a  good  thing  for  yourself  this  time,  Jennie,"  and 
as  I  was  moved  back  lo  the  corridors,  she  stood  and  looked 
down  the  long  hall,  almost  inclined  to  follow. 

I  was  a  member  af  the  Young  Men's  Christian  Association 
at  Detroit  at  that  time.  In  the  dark  hour,  all  forsook  me 
but  Secretary  Johnson,  a  Canadian,  who  came  to  see  me.  I 
gave  him  what  money  I  had  in  my  possession  and  he  went 
to  my  house  and  got  my  trunk  and  clothes,  but  forgot  my 
tools  at  the  Campbell  dry  dock;  in  consequence  of  it,  I  lost 
$40  worth  of  tools.  I  went  to  prison  on  the  24th  of  March, 
188 1.  Meeting  the  deputy  at  the  door  and  taking  him  by 
the  hand  the  prison^^r  told  him  wi»h  a  smile  on  his  face:  "I 
have  come  to  spend  a  little  time  with  you. 

He  was  then  registered,  weighted  and  sent  to  inspect  his 
cell,  No.  117-  When  asked  how  he  liked  it,  he  replied:  "It 
is  like  a  slaughter  pen  because  of  the  killing  of  bed  bugs  on 
the  wall,'' to  which  they  replied  they  would  have  it  white- 
washed before  night  and  which  they  did.  He  then  was 
sent  to  B,  room  where  tbey  put  him  to  making  wooden  chair 
bottoms. 

Things  went  on  smoothly  except  that  he  suffered  greatly 
both  in  body  and  mind  for  about  thirty  diy^, his  nose  bleed- 
ing from  once  to  thrice  a  day  during  that  period, 

One  day,  three  ladies  and  one  gentleman  came  in  to  see 
him  concerning  the  adoption  of  his  children,  "What  shall 
we  do  with  them,"  said  Mrs.  Judge  Brown?  Your  wife  has 
brought  them  to  the  Home  of  the  Friendless  and  says  that 
she  will  have  nothing  more  to  do  with  them  and  that  you 
are  willing  that  they  should  be  adopted."  His  -reply  was: 
"Madam,  I  don't  wish  to  rend  my  heart  to  pieces  all  at  once. 
God  has  given  them  to  me  and  I  do  not  wish  to  part  with 
them."  "Well,"  said  this  lady,  "what  guarantee  can  you 
give  that  you  will  pay  their  board  and  we  will  keep  them 


i8 

for  you."  The  prisoner  replied:  "lean  give  you  no  p;ua- 
rantee  at  all.  I  cannot  provide  for  myself  while  here,  how 
then  could  I  for  my  children?"  Well,  what  shall  we  do 
\fith  them  ir  the  meantime?  As  you  know,  our  Institution 
does  not  keep  children  except  their  board  be  paid  or  they 
be  for  adoption."  To  this  the  prisoner  replied:  *'l  think 
you  had  better  turn  them  over  to  the  poorhouse  authorities. 
I  think  thf^  least  they  can  do  is  to  keep  my  children  as  I 
am  working  lor  the  Corporation  for  nothing.  If  I  had  had 
justice  I  would  never  have  been  sent  here,  and  when  1  am 
out  of  this  Jesuitical  dungeon  I  will  see  what  I  will  do  with 
them."  Mrs.  Brown  then  turned  around  and  said:  "You 
hear  what  this  man  says"  To  which,  Superintendent  Ni- 
cholson said:  "The  man  is  right  enough;  another  man 
ought  to  be  here  at  his  place," 

The  prisoner  said  something  about  bringing  his  wife  back 
to  account  for  her  false  oath  against  him;  then  Nicholson 
said:  "Let  her  go  in  the  disgrace  which  she  deserves."  Then 
Mrs.  Judge  Brown  said  to  the  prisoner;  "If  you  take  that 
woman  back  again  after  all  what  she  did  to  you,  you  then 
deserve  a  good  horse-whipping.  I  shaU  not  know  what  to 
think,  whether  you  be  a  man  or  not." 

Superintendent  Nicholson  then  said:  "I  have  been  asked 
several  times  if  there  was  a  prophet  imprisoned  here; I  have 
been  looking  all  around  and  saw  there  was  none  of  that  des- 
cription except  this  man  be  one.  They  all  took  another 
look  at  him  and  left. 

The  prisoner  returned  to  his  work,  the  making  of  bottom 
chairs  \n  B.  room  and  heard  no  more  from  the  outside  world 
until  after  the  50th  of  April  188 1,  when  the  prisoner  waa 
either  in  a  trance  or  saw  a  vision  or  perhaps  both,  as  he  de- 
clares he  does  not  know  whether  he  was  in  the  body  or  out 
of  it  as  the  Apostle  Paul  said  when  he  was  caught  up  to  the 
third  heaven  and  heard  those  things  that  he  could  not  des- 
cribe ;  but  to  those  restrictions  the  prisoner  was  not  subjected. 


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THE  VISION. 
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On  the  night  of  the  30tli  of  April  1881,  a  great  many 
things  were  shown  to  the  prisoner  in  a  vision.  First  of  all, 
he  found  himself  bound  in  his  cell,  and  then  saw  in  spirit 
the  Judge  who  had  sentenced  him,  guarding  the  gate.  The 
prisoner's  wife  th'^n  came  in  and  looked  in.  When  she  saw 
the  form  of  this  Judge  she  ran  away  with  all  her  might. 

Then,  another  female  form  came  and  shook  the  gate, 
but  could  not  get  in.  Then,  the  night  guard,  a  good  Papist, 
came  also,  then  Sa«^an,  then  they  all  came  along  in  human 
form,  much  determined  to  put  him  to  death,  but  the  prison- 
er had  a  shield  over  his  heart,  which  made  them  fail  in  their 
enterprise.  But  one  of  the  fiends  seized  the  weapon  and 
aimed  a  blow  with  it  at  tlie  prisoner.  The  missile  seemed 
to  take  effect  on  the  left  side  of  the  neck,  and  while  the  blood 
appeared  to  be  flowing  and  life's  tide  going  out,  three  small 
blue  lights  came  dancing  along.  When  just  gasping  for 
breath,  a  meteor  burst  into  the  cell,  and  at  the  same  time 
another  female  form  appeared,  saying:  *'I  am  sent  to  com- 
fort thee,  my  beloved,  in  thine  affliction."  Placing  her  hand 
upon  the  wound  which  the  fiend  had  made,  she  said :  '*Be 
thou  strengthened  and  avenged  on  thine  enemies,"  The 
prisoner  felt  immediately  strengthened  by  these  words  of  en- 
couragement, and  the  form  of  the  Judge  at  the  gate  turned 
pale  and  fled. 

The  prisoner  came  back  to  his  senses.  Perspiration 
had  been  so  heavy  on  him  that  one  might  have  wrung  much 
water  out  of  his  clothes.  He  was  resigned  to  the  will  of  God, 
but  he  wondered  what  that  meant. 

The  following  Sunday,   being  the  8th  of  May,  a  young 


s 


man  came  in  to  preach.  After  singmg  the  hymn,  "Rescue 
the  perishing.  Care  for  the  dying,"  he  read  several  passages 
of  the  Holy  Scriptures,  One  of  the  quotations  was  that  of 
61  of  Isaiah:  "The  Spirit  of  the  Lord  God  is  upon  me,"  etc. 

The  prisoner  being  a  fair  singer,  took  part  in  the  sing- 
ing of  those  hymns.  As  he  states,  he  thoroughly  believes 
that  he  was  as  much  in  spirit  that  day  as  wer^  Peter  and 
Paul  and  many  others  who,  previously,  had  suffered  for 
Christ'  sake  and  humanity. 

The  young  preacher  took  for  his  subject  "The  lost  coin," 
using  several  illustrations.  In  the  first  place  he  described 
the  way  in  which  they  build  houses  in  the  eastern  countries; 
that  these  houses  were  composed  mostly  of  lattice  work;  that 
the  mats  were  laid  lengthwise,  so,  that  a  small  coin  might 
slip  down  between  the  mats.  The  woman  would  not  only 
have  to  remove  the  mats  but  would  have  to  use  a  light  of 
those  days,  then  sweep  the  house  diligently  in  order  to  find 
it,  and  when  found,  she  would  call  her  neighbors  and  friends 
to  rejoice  with  her. 

When  a  man  goes  to  some  of  those  ancient  cities,  such 
as  Nineveh,  Babylon,  and  find  something  whose  value  he 
ignores,  it  might  be  of  an  oblong  or  a  square  or  any  other 
form,  but  is  full  of  dirt,  the  inexperienced  finder  would  throw 
away  what  he  deems  to  be  a  worthless  thing.  On  the  con- 
trary, the  exj»erienced  man  would  take  it  and  scrape  the  dirt 
out  of  it  and  then  perhaps  rub  it  with  a  brick.  When  this 
is  done,  the  outlines  of  some  image  or  inscription  begin  to  be 
seen.  He  then  takes  it  again  and  washes,  polishes  it  more, 
then  the  image  or  inscription  is  brought  to  full  view.  "Whose 
image  and  inscription  are  these.''**  Why!  It  is  one  of  Cae- 
sar's coins.  ^ 

Now,  Friend — I  have  used  this  illustration  to  bring  out 
another.  Every  soul  born  into  this  kingdom  is  stamped  with 
the  image  of  God.     But  Satan  having  come  in  it,  this  precious 


........   .     ^l  :■  ■     ''"■v 

soul  has  become  corrupted  and  made  very  filthy  through  sin 
or  Satan.  It  would  take  a  great  deal  of  rubbing  and  scrub- 
bing to  see  God's  image  in  some  of  you  perhaps.  There  are 
scholars  here;  there  ought  to  be  none. 

What  do  we  mean  by  'being  converted?"  Why,  says 
one,  it  means  the  giving  of  our  heart  to  God.  Oh!  says  an- 
other, I  want  that  for  myself."  What  I  understand  by  con- 
version is  simply  a  change  of  mind.  Yes,  and  a  right  about 
face.  You  see  a  man  going  along  a  road,  but  suddenly  he 
comes  to  a  great  chasam  and  a  few  more  paces  would  hurl 
him  below  to  everlasting  destruction.  But  he  simply  turns 
about  and  every  step  he  takes  carries  him  further  from  the 
pit. 

Sometimes,  when  I  go  into  a  meeting,  I  hear  the  people 
talk  of  the  raptures  they  felt  some  ao  or  perhaps  28  years. 
The  question  is  not  "was  I  born  again  28  years  ago."  but, 
"am  I  alive  now,  just  now?" 

Again:  I  see  a  railroad;  there  are  two  tracks  that  seem 
to  run  parallel  for  a  time,  but  after  a  while  they  begin  to  di- 
verge till  one  is  found  running  in  the  direction  of  New  York 
and  the  other  to  Chicago.  So  it  is  in  the  way  of  life,  Some 
men  cannot  tell  you  when  they  were  converted;  but  still  you 
find  they  reach  their  desired  haven,  Again;  you  see  a  young 
man ;  he  takes  a  trip  into  the  country  and  he  sees  a  farmer 
at  work  in  a  field.  He  has  never  seen  a  field  of  corn,  and 
he  sees  the  farmer  chopping  away  with  his  hoe.  He  goes 
over  to  him  and  says:  *'Sir,  what  are  you  doing?''  '"Why,  I 
am  hoeing  corn."  *'Why,"  says  the  young  man,  "I  see  no 
corn;  I  see  nothing  but  grass!  Why,  you  don't  call  that 
stuff,  corn!  Do  you?  Why,  I  thought  corn  grew  from  6  to  10 
feet  high  and  had  a  tassel  on  the  top  and  a  cob  on  it,  half 
as  loug  as  your  arm."  "Young  man,  this  is  corn  in  its  infant 
state.  Call  and  see  me  again  some  day."  He  comes  again, 
This  time,  it  has  grown  up  to  the  knees.  "Is  this  the  stuff 
I  thought   was  grass?     How  fast  it  grows!"     "Yes,  when 


^ 


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properly  hoed  and  cultivated;  but  the  weeds  must  be  kept 
down  until  they  grow  up  and  then,  they  don't  affect  it  so 
much.  Come  again,  young  man."  He  comes  again.  The 
farmer  is  going  through  it  for  the  last  time.  Some  of  it  has 
begun  to  tassel  out.  The  young  man  looked  at  it  with  sur 
prise  and  said:  "Why,  I  believe  you  will  have  corn  here,  after 
all.''  "Come  again,"  says  the  farmer.  He  comes  at  the  cut- 
ting time,  and  lo!  he  sees  not  only  the  stalk  from  6  to  lo 
feet  high,  but  he  sees  the  tassel  and  the  cob  half  as  long  as 
his  arm ;  he  sees  it  in  its  maturity. 

Some  people  think  they  ought  to  reach  perfection  in  a 
mome.nt,  and,  because  they  don't,  they  turn  back  to  the  beg- 
aily  elements  of  the  world.  But  God's  order  is,  first,  the 
blade,  then  the  stalk,  then  the  ear  and  the  corn  in  the  ear. 
This  is  the  divine  order.  • 

Again,  you  see  a  family  of  5  or  6  children.  The  elder  one 
has  begun  to  assist  in  the  household  duties;  but  you  see  an 
infant  at  the  mother's  breast.  V^a  see  the  others  who  are 
able  to  play.  A  man  comes  in  and  say  to  that  mother: 
"Why,  t'nat  is  not  your  child,  because  it  does  not  romp  and 
play  with  the  elder."  How  the  fire  would  flash  in  her  eye, 
and  how  quickly  she  would  reply:  "Sir,  what  do  you  mean.^ 
You  have  insulted  me  grossly  when  you  said  that  this  was 
not  my  child,  or,  that  it  was  rot  a  child  at  all."  Why,  as 
1  look  upon  that  child,  I  see  in  it  the  whole  germ  of  man- 
hood or  womanhood  as  the  case  may  be.  All  that  is  now 
required  to  bring  this  child  to  perfection;  humanly  speaking, 
is  good  food  and  proper  nursing.  So  it  is  in  the  spiritual 
kingdom.  Every  child  born  again,  needs  but  good  food  and 
proper  nursing  until  it  becomes  to  the  fullness  and  the  sta- 
ture of  a  man  in  Christ  Jesus." 

When  the  service  was  over,  the  young  Preacher  asked  Su- 
perintendent Nicholson  ifall  the  prisoners  were  present.  "Yes 
Sir,"  said  Nicholson.  "Every  one,  out  of  your  dungeons," 


^3     / 

queried  the  young  man?  "Every  one,"  answered  the  Super- 
intendent. The  Preacher  then  said:  "I  might  as  well  state 
my  mission.  I  was  told  there  was  a  prophet  imprisoned  here. 
His  own  consort  deserted  and  bound  him,  then  went  to  live 
in  a  loghouse  near  the  shores  of  Lake  Huron;  but  she  heard 
a  rumor  one  night  and  she  got  up  in  haste  and  came  and 
looked  into  this  prison.  Had  she  seen  her  husband  every- 
thing would  have  been  settled  and  he  would  have  come  out. 
But  instead  of  this  she  went  to  a  certain  city  and  after  she 
had  been  there  a  day  or  two  her  light  went  out.  We  search- 
ed for  her  but  we  could  not  find  her.  We  thought  at  first 
that  her  consort  was  dead,  as  his  star  became  stationary.  I 
was  on  the  top  of  a  Museum  one  night  and  I  was  told  there 
was  something  going  to  happen.  A  star  arose  in  the  heaven 
and  took  a  circuit  course  around  and  stopped  a  little  while 
here  and  a  little  while  there,  like  a  person  going  from  one 
house  to  another.  At  last,  it  settled  over  one  woman's  house. 
I  went  to  the  house  myselt  in  the  morning  and  asked  her  if 
she  had  a  daughter  of  a  certain  age.  She  told  me  she  had, 
I  sent  in  a  young  lady  where  she  was  and  told  her  that  there 
was  a  star  over  her  and  that  I  wanted  to  see  her.  She  came 
out  and  prophesied  and  told  me  that  the  man  I  was  looking 
for  was  in  the  Detroit  's  House  of  Correction,  and  I  am  here 
in  search  of  him.  If  he  makes  himself  known  to  me,  I  will 
demand  his  release  inside  of  twenty-four  hours,  and  you  had 
better  not  make  away  with  him  either,  for,  if  you  do,  we  shall 
know  it.  We  have  a  prophetess  on  the  other  side  and  she 
says  he  is  here." 

The  young  Preacher  then  read  a  piece  of  poetry  that 
had  been  written  in  a  prison  ''n  Ohio,  and  said:  "If  I  do  not 
find  him  here  I  shall  go  ther^,,  for,  we  have  never  heard  that 
this  man  was  ever  on  a  race  course  or  ever  sold  pools,  but 
I  am  told  he  was  born  in  a  Shepherd  s  cot;  but  we  don't 
care  for  that,     If  he  is  God's  chosen  to  represen  this  people, 


•4 

I  am  told  that  the  representatives  of  five  tribes  have  been 
shown  to  him.  We  have  traced  him  back  and  know  to  what 
tribe  he  belongs,  but  we  don't  know  to  what  tribe  she  be- 
longs; we  only  suspect,  but  the  prophet  knows  to  what  tribe 
she  belongs.  His  own  consort  grew  weak  two  or  three  times 
and  once  or  twice  we  thought  her  light  would  go  out,  for,  if 
she  had  died  a  natural  death,  the  gift  would  have  gone  to 
another  generation ;  but  as  she  has  been  led  away  by  a  man 
of  a  powerful  dark  spirit,  God  has  sought  him  out  another 
consort  and  sometime  to-morrow  I  will  have  her  here,  and 
as  soon  as  she  sees  him,  she  will  know  him.  I  have  got  per- 
mission from  the  Superintendent  to  see  any  man  in  his  cell, 
alone,  and  if  any  of  you  would  like  to  see  me,  leave  your 
number  with  the  Hall-keeper  as  you  go  out  and  I  will  call 
and  see  you.  The  prophet  did  so  but  the  young  man  never 
came,  presumably  because  the  keepers  never  gave  him  the 
prisoner's  number.  This  was  the  8th  of  May,  1881,  in  the 
forenoon.  He  said  he  will  make  himself  known  by  some 
writing  that  he  would  do.  So,  that  afternoon  the  prisoner 
thought  that  he  would  write  something  to  leave  behind  him 
after  he  left  the  cell. 

They  had  refused  him  so  far  the  privilege  of  getting  a 
Bible  in  liis  cell,  saying  that  they  did'nt  give  it  to  short  sen- 
tenced prisoners.  As  Fred  Gilyatt  sat  down  to  write,  he 
prayed  to  God  to  guide  his  hand  and  heart  and  commenced 
by  writing  that  God  is  spirit  and  those  that  worship  must 
worship  him  in  spirit  and  in  truth,  for,  He  seeketh  suchtto 
worship  him  "for,  it  is  the  spirit  that  quickeneth;  the  flesh 
proutteth  nothing,  The  spirit  shall  be  in  them  as  a  well  of 
water  springing  up  into  everlasting  life.  This  is  the  spirit 
that  those  that  believe  shall  receive  the  words  that  I  speak 
unto  you;  they  are  spirit  and  they  are  I'fe.'' 

He  then  wrote  the  first  and  second  commandments 
given  to  Moses  on  M  )unt  Sinai.     Under  the  second  he  put 


in  italics  these  words :  "Many  have  made  this  null  and 
VOID,"  which  has  left  many  souls  in  darkness.  Even  to 
this  day,  the  second  commardment  is  the  one  the  church  of 
Rome  took  out  entirely  from  the  Decalogue.  The  writer 
has  a  popish  catechism  for  over  fourty  years  to  prove  that 
the  tenth  commandment  is  split  in  two  by  that  apostate 
church  to  make  up  the  ten.  This  is  why  the  prisoner  wrcte 
the  following  verses  in  rhe  line  of  poetry :  ♦■  ' 

•»  "  ■.■■-.".'. 

OH,  WHY  WILL  YE  DIE! 


He  shall  come  as  he  said,  or  no  flesh  should  be  saved; 
And  time  that  is,  shortened  shall  be. 
So,  those  that  hear  it,  may  greatly  fear  it, 
For,  thus  said  God's  Holy  Spirit  to  me. 


*  ** 


So,  both  Gentile  and  Tew,  may  now  once  pursue. 
To  see  if  the  Scriptures  are  now  coming  true. 
Which  was  spoken  by  the  prophets  of  old, 
How  that  sheep  gone  astray  and  got  far  away, 
Must  be  sought  out  and  brought  back  to  the  fold. 


**  * 


For.  he  has  sent  mt  to  cry:  "Oh,  why  will  ye  die! 
Ye,  sin  stricken  children  of  men ! 
So,  do  not  refuse  nor  the  moments  misuse, 
-  For,  I  will  soon  be  coming  again. 


*** 


For,  in  this  cell,  that  I  am  told, 
That  all  that  glitters  is  not  pure  gold, 
~    For,  wicked  men  shall  from  their  riches  flee, 


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For  thus  God's  Holy  Spirit  said  to  me. 
And  Satan  is  prowling  and  greatly  growlinft 
For  God's  blessed  message  to  me, 

**  * 

As  He  has  sent  me  to  cry :  "Oh,  why  will  ye  die. 

While  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh! 
For  He  has  opened  a   door  on  this  lower  floor 

By  His  blood  to  the  throne  that's  on  high        .        • 

The  night  guard,  named  Sullivan,  came  on  duty  while 
the  prisoner  was  writing  and  demanded  to  see  the  writing. 
He  took  it  and  read  it,  and  said  that  he  would  show  it  to  the 
Superintendent  in  the  morning.  The  prisoner  said:  "I 
don't  care  whom  you  show  it  to, 

He  then    took  it    back    and  signed  his  name  to  it,  and 
the  day  and  year  he  was  born.     There  was  much  more  poet- 
J^  f^t^i^f  ry  but  it  has  gone  from  him  now. 

JyLft/^  '^^^^  "^^^  morning,  a  young  woman  and  a  youth  with 

4^»^»-fVr£''W<>ne  of  the  guards  entered  Room  B.,  and  as  she  came  up  the 

*^  J' J55^W- stairway,  she  said:  ''It  is  right  at  the  head  of  these  stairs 

^    vVjft^-v    ^j^^|.  J  gg^^  j^jiu  [j^  ^  vision.     He  was  then  with  beard,  and 

diA^iK-  ii.  ^^  ^^^^y  ^^^^  '^^^  done  away  with  h«m  or  shaved  him  I  will 
£,P  '  XL  recognize  him."  The  prisoner  happened  to  look  up  from 
^  his  work  and  recognized  at  once  the  female  spirit  that  placed 

her  arm  around  his  neck.  He  greeted  her  with  a  smile. 
She  then  said :  "He  is  here."  *  Which  of  them,"  was  the 
question  put  by  the  youth,  as  they  had  put  another  man 
at  the  same  bench.  The  youth  said:  "This  is  a  stout  man." 
But  her  reply  was:  "It  is  that  other  man,"  They  then  ask- 
ed her  if  he  had  been  a  priest,  or,  if  she  had  known  him  when 
she  was  in  the  convent  or  at  school.  She  then  replied:  "You 
ought  to  know  him,  for,  he  was  respected  by  the  rich  as  welU 
as  by  the  poor."  "Then,  who  is  he?"  She  replied:  "It  is 
Fred  Gilyatt,  the  Trumpeter  who  led  the  Ottawa  Field  Bat- 


tery  to  the  front  at  the  Fenian  raid  in  1870.  I  learned  a  good 
deal  about  that  raid  while  I  was  in  the  convent  and  wonder- 
ed why  they  failed.  I  know  that  their  plans  were  v/ell  laid, 
but  I  see  through  it  all  now,  The  Lord's  prophet  was  at 
the  front.  I  wonder  what  he  is  here  fori  He  had  such  a 
beautiful  wife  and  they  got  along  so  well  together."  ''Then 
you  knew  his  wife.'*"  "Yes,"  was  her  reply,  "She  was  as 
jretty  as  a  picture.  There  must  be  something  gone  terribly 
wroni;  somewhere;  lam  told  he  will  get  a  divorce,  and  if  he 
does  I  will  marr>  him;  I  don't  care  what  they  say.  I  am 
his  and  he  is  mine.  If  I  had  had  my  own  choice  I  could  not 
have  chosen  a  better  man,  I  always  loved  Fred  Gilyati;  he 
was  such  a  good  man,  and  I  often  thought  of  the  words  he 
had  said  to  me  when  I  was  in  the  convent.  Although  I 
never  expected  to  have  a  husband,  but  now  th  .t  I  see  him, 
I  would  like  to  live  with  him,"  The  youth  replied:  It  is  re- 
ported that  he  has  four  or  six  children  somewhere."  Her 
reply  was;  "I  don't  care  if  he  has  got  fifty;  I'll  marry  himi 
they  will  be  taken  care  of."  The  youth  replied :  "If  that's 
Fred  Gilyatt,  I  do  not  know  him,"  and  he  took  off  his  cap 
and  bowed,  saying:  "I  have  often  heard  my  father  say,  *of 
all  the  men  he  ever  met,  he  never  met  a  man  like  Gilyatt.'" 
The  lady  then  took  two  or  three  paces  to  come  over  to  speak 
to  the  prisoner  but  was  called  back. 

PRESIDENT  GARFIELD  AND   HIS  WIFE  VISIT 
FRED  GILYATT  AT  THE  HOUSE  OF  CORRECTION 


President  Garfield  had  a  vision  concerning  that  man. 
Immediately  he  telegraphed  from  Washington  to  Detroit  to 
know  if  there  was  such  a  man  as  shown  him  in  his  vision,  at 
the  House  of  Correction  in  Detroit.  On  the  answer  he  re- 
ceived he  came  at  once,  accompanied  by  his  wife.  This  was 
at  7  o'clock  in  the  morning  of  the  loth  of  May  that  Mr.  Gar- 


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field  came  to  the  prison.  He  pointed  out  the  prisoner's  cell 
by  star  light  and  said:  "Is  the  man  alive  or  dead?"  The 
reply  was:  "He  is  alive."  "Then  he  is  the  true  heir  to  the 
throne.  I  will  go  through  the  prison  as  a  private  visitor  and 
see  him  about  lo  o'clock," 

As  the  clock  struck  lo,  the  President  and  his  wife  stood 
before  the  prisoner,  He  said  that  he  might  make  a  mistake; 
to  which  his  wife  replied:  "I  won't;  for,  the  kind  words  he 
said  unto  me  I  shall  not  forget  them  in  this  world  and  per- 
haps not  through  eternity,"  And  to  be  sure,  as  they  entered 
the  room  where  the  prisoner  was,  Mrs.  Garfield  pointing  him 
to  her  husband  said:  "James,  here  is  the  man ;  he  looks  as 
if  he  was  fit  to  be  a  king."  The  prisoner  felt  the  spirit  say: 
"There's  Garfield  and  his  wife."  Mrs.  Garfield  said:  "I 
thought  he  was  a  larger  man."  To  which  the  President  an- 
swered :  "The  Lord  sees  as  not  man  sees.  The  Lord  looks 
upon  the  heart;  they  shall  not  touch  an  hair  of  his  head.  I 
will  save  his  life,  and  in  so  doing,  I  will  save  the  nation  from 
the  disgrace  of  a  crime." 

Right  here,  it  is  well  to  state  that  the  young  man  who  had 
preached  there  lately  on  "the  lost  coin,"  had  made  the  re- 
mark that  if  they  assassinated  Fred  Gilyatt,  that  he  would 
land  a  million  of  men  on  the  coast  of  the  United  States  in 
fourteen  days.  Said  the  Preacher:  "I  will  raise  his  standard 
and  declare  a  holy  war  and  lay  your  land  desolate,  This 
city  shall  be  destroyed  by  fire  and  I'll  take  his  bones  from 
the  ruins  and  take  them  back  to  his  own  land,  I  have  this 
command  from  my   mother." 

This  is  why  President  Gerfield  said :  "I  will  save  this 
nation  by  saving  Fred  Gilyatt 's  life," 

Then  the  President  and  his  wife  left  the  room.  As  they 
went,  Mrs.  Garfield  said:  "If  he  is  the  man  he  will  write  to 
us." 

It  was  then  that  the  prisoner  prophesied  of  Garfield's 
assassination.     After  securing  his   freedom  the  same  Fred 


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Gilyatt  wrote  to  Garfield  from  Chatham,  Ontario,  on  the  24th 
of  May,  188 1,  In  that  letter  Fred  GJyatt  named  ten  men 
who  had  been  plotting  the  death  of  Garfield  and  said  that  the 
priests  of  Rome  were  in  the  back  of  that  plotting. 

Every  body  knows  what  happened  at  Washington, D,C. 
on  the  2nd  of  July,  1881,  that  is  to  say,  34  days  after  Fred 
Gilyatt  wrote  to  Garfield  that  there  was  a  plot  on  foot  to  get 
rid  of  the  Prebident  -of  the  United  States.  Many  business 
men  now  living  in  Chatham,  Ontario,  can  vouch  for  the  au- 
thenticity of  the  above  letter  of  warning  sent  to  Garfield. 
G.  O.  Scott  of  Chatham  furnished  Mr.  Gilyatt  with  the  writ- 
ing meterial  and  even  read  the  letter  to  Garfield  before  it 
went.  The  business  envelope  of  Scott  and  Flater  was  used 
in  this  occasion  and  Mr.  George  Flater  addressed  the  letter 
himself. 

Mr.  Gilyatt  also  predicted  the  efforts  of  Popery  in  A- 
merica  to  regain  m  this  continent  what  they  lost  io  Europe, 
thai  is,  power  over  Protestantism  and  they  will  leave  no 
stone  unturned  to  accomplish  their  satanic  designs.  In  the 
World's  Fair  every  body  can  see  the  efforts  of  that  grasping 
combination  of  the  Devil  to  bring  to  th«  front  everything  that 
is  popish  likeness.  They  claim  that  Columbus  discovered 
this  section  of  our  continent  when  we  know  that  Cabot  sent 
by  England  was  the  first  to  set  his  foot  on  it, 

O  JT  OF  PRISON. 


The  author  of  this  pampl  let  began  to  travel  after  his 
release  from  prison.  Seeing  in  the  newspapers  that  a  young 
lady  called  Josephine  Girard  who  had  left  Romanism  to  be- 
come a  Protestant  was  talked  much  about  for  so  doing  by  the 
priests  of  Hull,  Province  of  Quebec,  and  same  author  having 
had  quite  an  experience  with  that  pagan  institution,  went 
in  seach  of  that  young  lady,but  could  not  find  her.     After  a 


search  of  three  years  met  her  in  the  Reverend  Mr.  Beaudry's 
house,  (he  being  also  a  convert  Irom  Romanism)  in  Mont- 
real, Province  of  Quebec,  Canada, 

He  again  visited  Ottawa  in  1883  and  saw  his  old  friends 

and   went   into  camp   at   BrockvUle    with  his  old  Battery. 

J  J^^^^  ^  While  there,  the  trustees  or  some  of  the  said  committee  al- 

WpJi  /5S^v^v^/^°^'^^   some   one  to  take   his    youngest  daughter   out  of  the 

Vv*.  [(ffj^  f  ^^    Home  of  the  Friendless,    Warren  Avenue,   Detroit,  without 

^(V  l^/Lc/^A^'^  permission,  and   to  the  present  day  refused  to  tell  him 

j4       f-     t  yfrwhere  she  is.     After  his  children  had  been  c[iven  back  to  him 

JL         tk^^i^iu^     y  authority  of  the  Couit,  Judge  Chambers  being  m  the  chair* 

C^ i  ^^  considered  the  above  action  of  that  committee  as  an  out- 

^\    i  JL    *  •   £rage  on  humanity  in  every  true  sense  of  the  word.     He  then 

J      ^  .    .,  t  took  the  others  out  and  brought  them  to  Canada  for  a  time. 

//  ,  jJ^  He  left  the  boy  in  the  girls'  Home  at  Toronto  for  18  months, 

^ /t^*^'  /  if  ^^^^^^  which  time  he  passed  through  the   Royal  School  of 

Oz-'^^i-K'    Gunry  at  Quebec.     Obtaining  a  second  class  B,  certificate, 

he  then  visited  many  cities. 

After  a  lapse  of  time  he  thought  he  would  visit  the  home 
of  his  childhood  and  see  his  aged  father  and  brothers  and 
sisters.  He  called  at  Toronto  and  took  his  boy  with  him, 
leaving  the  three  girls  in  Detroit  until  he  would  return. 
But  he  had  not  been  in  England  only  about  seven  weeks  when 
he  got  the  news  that  his  second  daughter,  Mary,  had  been 
to  a  physician  called  Campbell,  to  get  a  tooth  extracted, and 
that  through  carelessness  or  malpractice  he  had  broken  her 
jaw.  She  was  taken  to  the  Harper's  Hospital  and  put  un- 
der Doctor  Walker  and  she  was  lockjawed;  they  forced  her 
jaw  apart,  they  broke  the  other  jaw,  but  at  the  same  time  it 
I     ..  saved  her  life.     I  sent  for  her  and  her  younger  sister  from 

I  England.     I  heard  that  newspapers  had  published  that  they 

had  been  sent  by  a  Society  of  charity  in   Detroit.     Now   my 
j  readers,  I  want  to  tell  you  that  the  charity  came  out  of  my 

I  own  pocket  and^not  one  cent  from  Detroit,     The  only  thing 

js  that  they  were  sent  under  police  supervision  until  they 


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were  placed  on  the  White  Star  Line  for  London,  England. 
Some  of  my  friends  made  a  present  of  a  new  dress  to  my 
daughter  at  Chatham,  Ontario,  and  to  them  I  shall  be  cvei 
grateful. 

The  physicians  who  broke  the  jaws  of  my  daughter 
never  went  to  see  her,  and  when  she  arrived  at  the  Lincoln 
County  Hospital,  in  England,  she  was  brought  before  the 
Episcopal  Bishop  and  Lord  Monson  who  heard  her  case. 
She  was  then  admitted  into  that  Institution  by  their  Lord- 
ships, and  after  seven  months,  the  broken  jaw  removed  by 
that  noted  surgeon.  Doctor  Young,  and  to-day,  she  is  mar- 
ried and  the  mother  of  a  family  in  America.  .     . 

MORE  ALIVE  THAN  EVER, 


The  author  of  this  pamphlet  says  that  it  is  impossible 
to  do  justice  to  his  subject  in  such  a  limited  space,  for,  since 
the  time  he  was  arrested  for  a  crank  in  Detroit  in  j88i,  the 
Devil  made  a  great  mistake  in  putting  his  hands  upon  him, 
for,  he  has  traveled  over  seventy-five  thousand  miles  and 
many  thousands  of  people  have   heard  his  voice  that  would 
not  have  heard  it  otherwise,     He   has    preached    in  a  few 
pulpits  and  taken  part  in  a  great  many  meetings  both,  in 
private  clothes  and  in  soldiers'  uniform.     Since  that  time, 
he  has  been  twice  in  camp  with  the  Ottawa  Field  Battery, 
and  put  ir  five  months  in  the  4th  Lincoln  Regiment  under 
Colonel  Judge  More  of  Frampton  Hall,    near  Boston,  Lin- 
colnshire,  England  and  spent   three  months   on   the   North 
Sea  with  the  Hull  fishing  fleet  and  ^ot   a   copy  of  his  dis- 
charge from  the  British  army;  that  he  lost  by  being  arrested 
in  Detroit,  it  being  granted  by  His  Royal  Highness,   Prince 
George  the  Duke  of  Cambridge.  Commander  in  Chief  of  the 
British  army.     He  visited  St.    John's,  New  Foundland  on  his 
return  trip  to  Halifax,   Nova  Scotia,  and  the  city  of  Dar- 


3« 

mouth,  the  birthplace  of  his  wife;  also  Chatham,  New  Bruns- 
wick, Quebec,  Montreal,  Ottawa,  and  spent  sixteen  months 
in  the  Royal  Military  School,  London,  Ontario,  under  the 
command  ofColonel  Smith,  and  has  been  in  Chatham,  On- 
tario, several  times  and  in  Windsor,  Detroit  several  times, 
Grand  Rapids,  Battle  Creek,  Chicago  and  several  other  ci- 
ties and  is  a  member  of  the  Order  of  Good  Templars, 
Brotherhood  of  Carpenters  and  the  well  known  organization 
of  the  A.  P.  A,,  and  has  passed  seven  medical  examinations, 
and  is  still  working  at  his  trade  and  visiting  meetings  and 
pleaching  sometimes  and  yet,  after  he  can  show  five  dis- 
charges from  military  services  and  has  as  good  recommen- 
dations as  a  man  needs  to  carry,  he  is  still  called  "a  crank/' 
He  might  be  so  to  those  who  want  to  cover  up  their  own 
turpitudes,  imbecilities  and  sins  at  the  expense  of  some  one 

else. 

A  WORD  OF  WARNING  TO  AMERICANS. 


Americans,  Protestants,  Citizens  and  Friends, We 

are   living  in  perillous    times.     OUR    LIBERTIES    and 
OUR  BELOVED   INSTITUTION 


THE   I^ITTI.]!:     BED    8€HOOI<-BOrS£, 


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are  in  danger  from  the  Romish  Priestcraft,  The  danger  is 
not  only  from  these  quarters  only ;  it  is  also  from  nominal 
Protestants,  who,  like  Papists,  would  ^ive  away  another  man's 
child  and  then  tell  a  baretaced  lie  in  order  to  get  out  of  it,  call 
it  Gospel  Truth,  They  will  soon  be  sorry  fgr  helping  this  foe  of 
free  speech,  free  press  free  Bible,  free  country,  free  every  good 
gift  from  God.  In  the  Democratic  landslideof  i8q2,  we  all 
know  that  three  out  of  every  four  nominees  on  the  Democratic 
Ticket  were  Papists.  Practically,  we  are  in  their  hands.  I,  for 
one,  would  never  stoop  so  low  as  to  sign  away  my  liberty,  Christ 
ian  and  Civil,  by  putting  my  self  on  a  level  with  the  filthy  toe  of 
the  Pope  of  Rome,  the  fraud  and  usurper  of  all  treedom 
and  human  rights.  I  hope  and  pray  that  I  shall  live  to  see 
the  convent's  doors  thrown  open,  and  the  priests  allowed  to 
get  their  own  wives  instead  of  going  from  house  to  house  to 
ruin  the  wives  of  others  and  defile  chaste  virgins,  and  then 
murderintj  them  to  cover  up  their  hellish  crimes.  Any  one 
who  doubt  my  assertion  in  that  retjard  has  only  need  to  read 
The  Eye  Opener  and  The  Confessional-Box  Unmasked 
by  the  ex-priest  P.  A.  Seguin,  Editor  of  "The  True  Protest- 
ant" of  Chicago,  and  soon  his  doubt  will  be  dispelled.  I 
talk  with  facts  that  occur  daily.  Priest  Flaherty  of  Mount 
Morris,  New  York,  who  has  just  been  sentenced  to  seven  and 
a  half  years  to  the  workhouse  for  ruining  a  fifteen  years 
old  orphan  girl,  is  one  of  those  thousand  serpent  priests  that 
do  the  same  and  go  unpunished.  I  have  conversed  Ireely 
with  the  well  known  ex  priests  P.  A,  Seguin,  J.  O'Connor, 
McNann^ra,  Quinn,  the  ex  monk  Percival  and  his  wife  who 
had  been  a  nun,  with  Miss  Cussack  the  late  Mother  General 
of  the  Sisters  of  the  Peace,  and  all  of  them  have  the  same 
to  say  in  regard  to  the  priestly  bad  records  everywhere. 

From  my  own  experience  as  seen  in  this  brief  pamphlet, 
1  believe  that  I  am  entitled  to  say :  "Americans  and  you 
Protestants  from  abroad,  beware  of  Popery  and  its  agents. 
Cut-throats  they  have  been;  cut-throats  they  will  always  be, 

Fred  GiLv>rT. 


